A few nights ago I was on the phone with my best friend. His wife was watching their local news (they live a few states away) in the background. Loki (my friend) commented on the story.
"Some idiot pistol whipped his three year old." Loki (who is an ex-con himself) followed this up with "He'll be somebody's bitch inside." Then he said "Things like this are why I have no faith in humanity, sick fucks who do shit like this."
I said "Actually what you said is what gives me faith in humanity."
He asked "What?'
I answered. "Think about it, he's going to be raped many, many times in prison. Why? Because even hardened convicts get it, that pistol-whipping a three year old is something you just don't do."
Loki was quiet for a minute. Then he turned to his wife. "Honey, Rigel just made me think that maybe there is something to this whole 'Humanity' business."
"You ever heard of the pink monkey?" Jansen asked.
Stevenson looked over the jittering technician. "That some kinda' drink?" Jansen's disdainful eye roll was familiar from many previous iterations but Stevenson, more than a little nervous himself, was in no mood for it. But before he could say so, Jansen interrupted.
"No, it was an experiment. Some behavioral psychologists, who by and large are sick fucks, took a brown monkey and painted him pink."
"And?" asked Stevenson, curious despite himself.
"And then they threw him back in with the brown monkeys. They tore him apart."
"What the hell does that have to do with anything?!"
"I think we've been painted pink and the sick fucks are about to throw us back in the cage."
Before Stevenson could respond the signal sounded for them to join the meeting.
Since he didn't want his book to get wet he closed it up and returned it to his bag. Jake did not appreciate Mother Natures sense of humor this morning. He'd left home in such a hurry that he hadn't even realized it was raining until he was more than a half a block away.
Jake hadn't wanted to return for an umbrella because he didn't want to miss his bus. But the bus was late. Almost 10 minutes late. It wasn't a heavy rain, but still more wetness than Jake wanted to deal with.
Finally the rain stopped, and Jake felt things were looking up. Especially as he saw his bus less than two blocks away. To pass the time Jake read on the bus as was his habit.
The bus arrived at the connection for Jake's next bus and he get off, still reading. Then as the bus pulled away the rain started again.
